It is your eyes

 
It is your eyes
that take my sleep away my sleep,
as sweet as honey,
it's the clock that stops
in the waiting time
and it's my longing that pushes
the hands,
speeding up the dawn.
That dawn that accelerates
my heart,
with your unmistakable voice
that tells me...
good morning my sweet.
Together we trace in our
lonely hours
Itineraries of fantasies that envelop us
that envelop us in layers of lust.
It is unbridled love
but harmonious that leads us
to enjoy every second
of our encounter.
Wavering shadows that were
one day the greatest of our
feelings,
take over our bodies,
of the ever more intense desire,
the touch of skin to skin,
that consumes us in deliveries
throbbing with pleasure.
The burning urges of bodies
desirous of so much love
shows us that we still love each other
and that we are given to satisfy
our intimate longings.
I don't know if I'm coming or going
on the path of love,
but on my lips trembles the kiss
awaited.
We cannot stop
not even for a for a moment,
Life and the thirst for love are calling us.